Tomorrow is my big test. My big test to determine I've just got the looks of a shark and not the brain (upon editing I realized I don't know what this was supposed to mean). I'm pumped up, I've been listening to music about school shootings to calm my nerves, feeling fine. My anxiety over the test dwindled over the last few days after my family and friends assured me I would do fine, and I believe I will. I'm fairly certain that not being capable of hardcore algebra will not keep me from college,...